Trev is my little baby brother and I so miss him. Doesn't seem right that someone younger than oneself goes first. Just to think of the time when we were kids we both realised what dying meant and were scared that Mom and Dad were going to die and cried ourselves silly. Now there is just me and Mom left. Think of you always Trev. One day we will be back together again playing down Wiggie Park fishing and on our bikes. Love, Angie XX